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A04692
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The ioy of tears or Cordials of comfort springing vp in the region of sorrow.
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Mure, William, Sir, 1594-1657, attributed name.
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1635
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STC 14819; ESTC S119376
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THE IOY OF TEARS Or CORDIALS OF COMFORT SPRINGING VP IN the region of sorrow Psal. 126. 5. They that sow in tears shall reap in joy Matth. 5. Blessed are they that mourn for they shall be comforted GAUDIA POST LACHRYMAS Published with the most gratious licence and priviledge of GOD Almightie King of Heaven and Earth the penult day of Iuly Anno Dom. 1635. To the Christian Reader FRom this one simple Herb of true remorse Behold what precious liquor doth proceed The vertue whereof is of such a force That joy in midst of sorrow it doth breed On mourning morsels it is good to feed And most convenient for a sinners state Make much my Christian friend of this blest seed The way to Sion is a thornie gate Bee not detaind therefra though Flesh should hate And taxe thee for a greeting Puritan Thy Lord with groanes and tears had great debate And patiently endurd the mocks of man In this clear fountain dayly bathe thy heart And with good Marie choose that better part Since blamelesse Truth dar scarce appear No marvell I my name forbear THE JOY OF TEARS BOth night and day my bones are pierc'd with grief Oh if my wounds be deep who can them cure No sweetnes now no joy peace nor relief Ease is away mirth I may not endure My paines encrease sins guilt doth them procure Fears mee beset belike GOD is my foe Faith hope and love are hid with clouds impure Expect I can nothing but wrath and woe Entrusting much my heart I truth forgoe Menstrous I am no creature more vile More foule more filthie yea though earth no moe In it containd yet I would all defile Great cause I have each moment to deplore My want of that which should my soul decore Iudgements I justly merite and deserve Oft do I faile oft hear I Peters cock From GODS commands most frequently I swerve I love to dwell within a rotten stock Trifling allurements hold mee from Christs flock False foolish pleasures do beguile my sight Lost is my strength through bearing of sins yoke Hourely I erre in taking wrong for right Excuse my self I will noâ— for my might My thoghts my words my wayes my works my paiâ— My wit my will are great unfriends to light I can not see what profite mee constrains In mee no worth which Wisdome can commend Good LORD I pray thee help reform amend I know thy mercies far all sins exceed Thrise blest are they in whom the same abide Except against the holy Ghost no seed Of sin outbreaketh which they can not hide To thee I cry from whom I oft backslide Father forgive my faults both great and small Let out thy streames come in with thy spring-tide With joy of heart receave a prodigall Establish mee least I again should fall Make sure my steps confirme mee by thy grace Remove the curtains and partition wall Of guiltinesse thine image which deface Gainst thee alone I have made great assaults Give place to Mercy pardon all my faults CHRISTS ANSWERE REjoice thy self in mee sweet Iesus saith Winters of mourning make much for thy good Early and late for thee my Spirit prayeth Eternall life receave through my rich blood When God was angrie in the gape I stood I suffered all his justice could require Enter in rest I stopped have hels flood Seald is thy peace possesse thy soules desire In the meane time weep weep and do not tire Thâ— seedes of teâ—râ—s bring foorth great cropes of joy Thy mourning dayes wiâ— suddenly expire I see what way thy sobs thou dost employ Thy sighs thy groanes thy vext and troubled minde For grieving mee constraine mee to bee kinde In heart I feel more joy than tongue can tell Oh if I could my Saviour magnifie No longer by his grace will I rebell Enlargd hee hath his bountie towards mee Come come draw neer ye Saints come taste and see Flaggons of comfort which will make you glad Lo how the pledges of GODS amitie Erect my sprit which formerly was sad Earths whole delights if at my will I had Misprise I would for draughts of such sweet wine More other things to seek is to bee mad In greatest straits this is the best propine My soul praise thou the Lord with thy whole might Who hath receav'd thee kindly in his sight I have a pleasant birth yet I must cry O Ichabod O captive Ark once free Now Philistims with peace possesse all my Excellencie is gone I wish to die Life pleasure joy withdraw your selves from mee Fraughted I am and overchargd with grief Light of mine eyes is faild I can not see Elies last end nought else can bring relief Entred in Bethell have men of mischief Making GODS lawes to bee of no respect Though once they seemd well setled in belief Yet now their craft and falshood they detect With filthie smoak the house of pray'r they fill And there intend to change all things at will Ierusalem is of her freedome spoild Orders of mens devising there bee plac'd True CHRIST is bound thief Barrabas assoild Esaw much praised Iacob much disgracd The heritage of GOD is all defacd Formalities to substance are preferd Lawes are imposd grievous to bee embracd Earths fatnesse upon Iudas is conferd Eye weep heart groan black birds my mirth have mard Moon hath no light the Sun his beames withdraweth The mouth of godly Zephanie is bard Because the truth in honestie hee showeth Fountains of life which make Gods citie glad Are fild with earth clear springs can not bee had Stalf of religion greatly doth decay The door of holy discipline is closd Romes-cocatrice the lambs of God betray To subtile dangers they bee much exposd Good pâ—ople who are zealously disposd The benefite of peace can not enjoy No persons are so mightily opposd As they who Babels building would destroy The powers of darknes their whole strength employ In their defence who the Popes liveray wear But neither night nor day cease to annoy The sheep of Christ in whom grace doth appear The hopes of bragging Papists are encreast Now when they see Gods servants so opprest Edoms curs'd children wickedly insult Wounds of the beast again by them are cur'd With death and hell they craftily consult And make the Gospels lamp to bee obscurd High courts of justice are bee them procurd Where wickednesse is stablisht by decree And where heavens heirs are wrongously injurd And Amos words are judged heresie In Babylon upon the willow tree My harp is hangd for Sion I must weep Yet they in scorn require some mirth from mee And Hebrew songs my sorrowes are most deep Let my tongue bee within my mouth ty'd fast If I rejoice while Sions griefs be past Gods captive Ark I long to see restord Old dayes of mercy doubtlesse then would coâ— No land like Scotland was so well decord Each hungrie soul did there receive a crum Tabrets of power now dead pypes are become Flammes of strange fire provoke